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he headboard, but then
felt a finger inserted into the band of cloth around his lips, and
his head was pulled back roughly until it rested in the crook between
her shoulder and neck. The little fingertips danced all over him
once more -- punctuating the skin on his jumping chest, running down
his neck, tracing lines along his tense belly and thighs, running all
over him, running their heat all over his skin. He felt an unbear-
able line of liquid heat trickling down his shoulder, and bucked and
squirmed in his Lady's arms. Sumire Aida pulled his head back ever more
firmly, and he felt a line of heat drawn down his neck, from chin to
sternum. It continued down his chest and over his belly, and he
twisted in panic, not wanting it to go further. He gasped as he felt
it gently touch his tightly curled ebony hair, and then it was else-
where, drawing hot thick lines against his hips and waist.
Then, the pressure on his neck was gone, and the presence of his Lady
was gone with it. Sumire Aida was gone, vanished, into the mysteri
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